The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

For creatures with the will to move freely, rain is always a disappointment, because it puts a burden on free movement. Eight ▲ one ★ middle? ■ Wenwen. ww.8.11zw.com? So Zac sighed with relief after re-turning out the red wine from the "General", so he didn't have to go out.

But this triumph did not last long, and Madison of the mill called.

"You mean today, now?" Zac took the earpiece and frowned, looking helpless.

"Yeah." Madison on the other side of the earpiece said calmly, "The prison side said everything is business as usual. I don't know what is" business as usual ". When I asked, they answered to find you, so I found you.

Zac's frown tightened once more, and he wanted to push it away completely, so that Madison's own thoughts were dispelled. Madison ’s calmness made Zac feel guilty of ‘sorry for this employee who is dedicated to doing a good job’, “Well, then I ’ll go with you, come over and pick me up.”

"Well." After the other responded, he hung up the phone.

Zac twitched his lips, and Benjamin didn't want to escape.

A row of people sat on the back porch of Grande's house, staring at the gray outside world. Even the gold that rarely appeared at this time was lying on the edge of the corridor. The Great Dane's tail protruded beyond the eaves, and quickly swept the dripping drops. If Jin's expression can be more joyful, he can be considered very happy.

Zac pushed Benjamin's shoulder.八 ★ 一 中? 文 ●? Net www.81zw.com ◆ Alpha is leaning against the wall, tilting his head, his eyes flickering and I do n’t know what to think. Pushed by Zach, Benjamin fell straight to the side, his sturdy body hit the wooden floor, lying against the wall, with a pair of brown eyes horizontal vampire. This is what Alpha usually looks at Zac silently when his mood is bad, the kind of look that will make vampires feel inexplicably like food.

Zac frowned, "What's the job? Madison called. Some poor guy in the prison hung up."

"This is Madison's job." Benjamin didn't even have a good idea to sit back again, his eyes drifted away.

Zac reluctantly pulled Benjamin's arm, "This is Madison's first time, we have to take him at least this time." Benjamin is very heavy, especially in the case of deliberate uncooperation.

Zac pursed his lips. If Matthew wasn't making up, Benjamin wouldn't allow his body to be twisted by the vampire. Zach waved his hand for a while and gave up. "Okay! You don't have to go, lie here and think about what 'it' is thinking, good luck."

Zac turned around and walked back. After a while, Benjamin followed. But his eyes were still loose. Obviously, although Zac's words were accepted, the thought of thinking about the wolf body was meaningless, but it could not be ignored. People with split personality are like this. Benjamin's persuasion can only show that he is not too sick.

The two began to make some necessary preparations, because after all, they were to drag back a corpse, and they were dragged from a place like a prison. Mori. August 1st? ★★? Wenwen. ww.81zw.com? Then they will not be followed next time.

It didn't take long for the sound of motives to come from the east, and Madison's car came in the clamor of rain and occasional thunder. Unsurprisingly, the nervous demon Lyon sat on the co-pilot. This rare opportunity to go to the prison for field visits, Crowley obviously would not let go.

Lyon felt great about himself and greeted the Grande's two brothers, his blurry face flashed behind the wipers, and despite the rain, the Madison's car didn't stop. The door on the right was pushed open, and a figure directly crashed into Benjamin's arms, recreating what he saw when Zac was first seen.

But he seemed more excited, lying on Benjamin like an octopus. Desperately sniffing the breath of the werewolf, yelling nonstop, "God, my God! A living werewolf! An alpha! What a perfect creation! I missed such a wonderful creature !!"

Lyon didn't care about revealing his age.

Until he was caught by the palm covered with brown fluff, tossed, and rolled in the rain a few times after landing on the wet road. He just fiddled with the twisted neck and said smartly: "I know! Brother of Grand House, don't like others to be too close to you! I promise not to regenerate in the future!"

Madison's car is also a Herman van from the local city of Barton. It's just that it is more practical without the sense of solidity. Madison didn't get off, but simply gestured to the two, without even extinguishing the fire, sitting in the driver's seat and waiting.

Zac's guilt made him silently sigh. Holding an umbrella, opened the back compartment, looked at the coffin inside, smiled helplessly. Maddison is indeed a very responsible person. Even though the contract with Barton Prison has pushed the price to the point of loss, he still prepared the complete item.

Unfortunately, the reality is that he still brought the wrong things. What he needed was not a last coffin for the dead, but a black plastic bag.

But after seeing Madison look dull, Zac couldn't bear to correct anything. Threw the prepared things into the back compartment with Benjamin and sat together in the back seat of the truck. Because no one wanted to sit with Lyon who was still on Joe's chin.

The hand brake of the truck was retracted, and the hum of the motive gradually disappeared in the rain. It did n’t take long for the van that Madison drove to disappear in the west of the Grand House and the intensive rain.

"How's it going?" The silence in the car made Zac uncomfortable, especially when a guy with a crooked chin kept turning his head and smirked at them.

No one responded, Zac frowned, "Madison, how are you doing?" Zac raised his voice.

"Oh, are you talking to me?" Madison's eyes swept in the rearview mirror. Although there was no Zach reflection in the mirror, his expression was still calm.

"Ah-" Lyon lengthened his voice, and his crooked chin finally returned to his place with a click. "Don't worry about him, he was hit."

"Shut up!" Madison turned his head and glared at Lyon obviously.

As we all know, people's emotions will always change violently when they are touched by something they really care about. Madison was clearly in this situation. Zac raised his eyebrows with a hint of curiosity on his face, "What's wrong?"

"he……"

Madison's hands gripped the steering wheel and turned sharply. The truck in the rain suddenly swayed on the road. The harsh tire friction did not spread too far, and it was wiped out in the rain by a monotonous clatter.

"Oh! Ao! Pain!"

Lyon hummed with his head that had just hit the window, Zac and Benjamin straightened out the wrinkled clothes pulled by the seat belt. The two looked at each other and shrugged, deciding not to ask. The truck resumed straight driving, and there was silence in the car.

Well, everyone knows that Madison is me. If you have a little curiosity, I can give you a clue.

Madison, me, attended a writing instruction class. The teacher gave me my first homework comment.

"A person who lives on blood, have you done any research? Can the nutrients in the blood maintain a person's survival? How much blood does he need in a day? Where does he get these? How long does it last? Have you done research? If not, why did n’t you write a fairy tale! Fairy tales do n’t need logic, they do n’t need to be reasonable! ”

What to say, my teacher is a happy person. (To be continued.)